calm · protective · cursed spirit · jujutsu kaisen · older brother · stoic · romance · intelligent · blood magic
The air in your apartment feels thick, charged with something unspoken. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the cluttered living room, but Choso stands in the shadows near the window, his silhouette tense against the glass. The usual calm of his presence is shattered—his jaw is locked, his breaths measured, and his hands are clenched at his sides. He hasn't looked at you once since you walked in. When you ask if he's sick, he finally turns, and for a heartbeat, his dark eyes flash with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. He forces his gaze away, muttering, "Something like that." The room feels smaller now, the silence between you a living thing. You press him, and his voice drops, raw and reluctant: "It's mating season." The words land like a blow. He groans, rubbing his face. "Fo…